Chapter 245: Retreat

Looking at Xiao Han before him, who remained spotless and whose breathing had not even changed in the slightest, Hun Miesheng could not help but ask aloud.

Furthermore...

"Are you a Six-Star?"

Xiao Han nodded; since Hun Miesheng had leveled up, it was only fitting that he, the Ice Saint, be on the same level as his opponent, right?

However, Xiao Han also understood that by revealing his Six-Star strength this time, he would likely be targeted by the Ancient Race in the future.

Still, I cannot be too flashy, Xiao Han sighed deeply in his heart.

Meanwhile, Hun Miesheng's brows were tightly knitted together.

Although Hun Miesheng could not think of any other way for someone to fully withstand their killing blows without suffering the slightest injury, he was unwilling to accept this possibility.

Yet, this was the option Hun Miesheng least wanted to accept.

If so...

Their Soul Clan would have to re-evaluate the threat level of this Ice Saint.

A Six-Star Dou Sheng is a top-tier powerhouse ranked among the best in any Ancient Race.

Take a faction like the Pill Tower, which is not adept at combat; simply because they have an Ancestor who is a Six-Star Dou Sheng, even if that person does not manage affairs and likes to wander around,

the Pill Tower remains a transcendent force in the Central Plains, one that even the Soul Hall and the Soul Clan are unwilling to provoke lightly.

Hun Miesheng could not help but want to curse; he had paid an unknown price to break through to Six-Star, thinking he could show off for a bit.

Who knew...

This Langya Pavilion Pavilion Master had unknowingly reached the level of a Six-Star Dou Sheng.

The scene fell into a momentary stalemate.

Since Hun Miesheng no longer chose to attack, Xiao Han would not take the initiative to stir up trouble; his strength must be kept stable this time, no more than this!

But while Xiao Han wanted to live a peaceful life, there were those who refused to behave.

Just when Xiao Han thought that things would continue with everyone getting along...

"Hun Miesheng, you are afraid of a little brat who is a Six-Star Dou Sheng." An annoying, aged voice rang out, causing everyone to feel a sense of revulsion.

"I have watched you for so many years, and it seems you have cultivated all of it into a dog's belly."

"Do you want me to report to the clan and have you replaced as the Soul Hall Hall Master..."

"There are quite a few people who want this position..."

Hun Miesheng was quite unimpressed with Hun Qianmo, who relied on his seniority to act arrogantly, much like that Hunmo Laoren.

Although Hun Miesheng's strength was only slightly weaker than Hun Qianmo's, the latter's seniority was far higher than his; while he did not fear the other party, it was inconvenient to speak harsh words, so he could only snort coldly to express his dissatisfaction.

But while Hun Miesheng gave way to Hun Qianmo, Xiao Han would not indulge him.

Xiao Han smiled and cupped his hands, saying: "I wonder which powerhouse of the Soul Clan this senior is?"

"Hmph!" Hun Qianmo snorted coldly, quite proudly saying:

"Little brat, listen well: I am Hun Qianmo, who participated in the siege of the Xiao Clan Clan Leader Xiao Xuan a thousand years ago, which led to his fall."

"How about that?"

Back then, Xiao Xuan was almost the nightmare of the entire Soul Clan and synonymous with the strongest person on the Dou Qi Continent; even other Peak Dou Sheng, including the Clan Leaders of the Ancient Soul Tribe, were inferior to him.

Thus, this battle record was completely worth Hun Qianmo bragging about for a lifetime! He could already imagine this Ice Saint casting a look of admiration toward him.

Only...

"Pfft~" Although the strange sound was faint, it was so clear and piercing in the ears of the top powerhouses!

Following the sound, they saw the corner of Xiao Han's mouth that had not yet been retracted; seeing everyone looking over, Xiao Han could not help but explain:

"Sorry, I just heard a joke."

"Little ghost, what do you mean?" Hun Qianmo's expression was quite ugly, feeling that he had been greatly humiliated.

"Nothing!" Xiao Han waved his hand,

"I just didn't expect that the Xiao Xuan of the Xiao Clan back then had caused such a great psychological shadow for your Soul Clan."

"An old thing who is a Six-Star Dou Sheng, I don't even know what your cultivation was a thousand years ago, yet you dare to claim you besieged a Peak Dou Sheng and caused them to fall; it really is..."

Xiao Han shook his head silently.

At this moment, silence spoke louder than words; although Xiao Han did not finish his sentence, the psychological damage caused to Hun Qianmo was quite terrifying.

Hun Qianmo's face inside his black robe turned green and white with rage, "You brat, how dare you!"

It even provoked Hun Qianmo's literary level out of him.

The others were also staring with strange expressions at the nearly maddened Hun Qianmo; even Hun Miesheng, who hated Xiao Han immensely, now looked at the former with a different perspective.

Never would he have thought that the usually talkative Ice Saint could anger this old immortal to such a state.

Hun Miesheng just wanted to give Xiao Han a thumbs-up in his heart; an old immortal of several thousand years, relying on his seniority, showing off in front of him all day long.

Regarding the siege of Xiao Xuan that Hun Qianmo spoke of, Hun Miesheng, as a native of the Soul Clan, naturally would not believe it.

Xiao Xuan's image among the Soul Clan was deeply rooted and terrifying; according to rumors, even the Clan Leader Hun Tiandi felt fear toward him.

Yes, fear, not just wariness!

But it was precisely because of this emotion that almost everyone in the Soul Clan wanted to step on Xiao Xuan.

Young people bragged that their ancestors had besieged Xiao Xuan, and old Dou Sheng bragged that they had besieged Xiao Xuan.

However, everyone knew that an ordinary Dou Sheng on that kind of battlefield was just a one-hit kill; someone like Hun Qianmo, who was of no consequence, was likely someone Xiao Xuan didn't even recognize and would have swatted to death casually.

As the saying goes, you know him, but he doesn't know you!

Hun Miesheng had no affection for this kind of guy who had no self-awareness and loved to show off everywhere.

However, a thumbs-up was a thumbs-up, but Hun Miesheng still kept his original intention in mind and called out to Hun Qianmo, who was preparing to make a move:

"Do not act rashly; he is not that easy to deal with."

Xiao Han was once able to directly challenge him and Hunmo Laoren when he was a Five-Star Dou Sheng; now that he was a Six-Star, Hun Miesheng's chances of winning were not very high.

At this point, he already understood that wanting to slay Xiao Han was impossible; even if the opponent was not a match, he completely had the ability to escape, or even cause both sides to suffer, allowing those on the sidelines to reap the rewards.

"What, are you pulling back?" Just as Hun Miesheng conceived the intention to retreat, Xiao Han asked teasingly.

This sentence made Qingming Shengzhe and Wuyue Laoren simply terrified; these two must not leave, otherwise they would truly be finished!

Hun Miesheng was just about to utter a harsh threat, however, his teammates were too straightforward, and Hun Qianmo instantly erupted: "Little brat, you are still too green!"

"Ten Thousand Souls Eternal Burial!"

As Hun Qianmo's voice fell, in an instant, with Xiao Han as the center, countless wailing souls gathered together, and the endless miserable cries converged, opening their giant maws to bite down on Xiao Han, making one's scalp tingle.

Feeling the gloomy Evil Qi radiating around him, Xiao Han frowned, his lips parting slightly: "Condense!"

Accompanying the moment this word fell, as if his words carried the power of law, the space around Xiao Han gradually slowed, as if it had been severed from the Dou Qi Continent.

Immediately following, a biting chill spread outward from within Xiao Han's body, climbing step by step into this space constructed by the ghastly ghost realm.

Under the shocked gazes of countless people, the seemingly indestructible world suddenly stood still, time seemed to be frozen, and then, with a soft "Crack!" sound...

Ice Crystals filled the sky as they erupted, and endless shards of ice blades shot out in all directions, being easily blocked by Hun Miesheng and the others.

Just at this moment, Hun Miesheng's expression changed, "Ten Thousand Soul Prison Armor!"

A soul shield several thousand zhang large appeared in an instant before Hun Qianmo, and immediately after, a sound of space tearing rang out, a violent explosion occurred on the gray-black shield, and amidst the endless smoke and dust, Xiao Han's figure appeared, holding a spear with a look of slight regret.

"Sigh! I thought I would be able to take one out!" This light sentence made everyone on the field feel intense fear.

Hun Qianmo swallowed involuntarily, looking at the ice-blue spear tip that seemed to be right before his eyes, cold sweat continuously breaking out on his forehead.

He looked with slight gratitude at the grim-faced Hun Miesheng; if not for Hun Miesheng discovering this hidden murderous intent in advance and preparing for it, otherwise, taking this move, he would be dead if not crippled!

"How about it, do the two of you still want to continue trying?" Xiao Han still wore a smile, as if he had barely noticed anything at all.

"Retreat!" Hun Miesheng exchanged a glance with the now-calmed Hun Qianmo, and then, without a shred of lingering attachment, tore through space and left.

Although retreating now made this encirclement feel like it had a grand start but a weak finish, the opponent's strength was sufficient, and they were merely following the will of their hearts.